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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 5:19 am
December 24, 2005
Looking back on this journal now, I can see that it has been quite some time since I have written. . . .
But, I have been a busy, busy person lately! Mum Lenore was helping me with my Christmas gift to Rhiannon.
She is the hardest person to shop for! I have been done with my shopping for Mum Lenore, Nyoka, Ernia, Lucius, and the rest of the family for some time now, but I couldn't find anything for Rhiannon.
So, I made her something. I hope she likes it, I am a bit nervous about it. . . . Mum Lenore helped me make the bracelett, and with the enchantments on it. But, one always second guesses oneself when giving a gift that they have made.
Anyway, I still have not spoken to Tinania since Halloween. I admit, I am still very angry with her. I don't know how I can get past it. . . . But, now, I am a bit worried, because Nyoka informed me that 'Nani managed to give the Amazon she placed on her the slip a few days ago, and she doesn't know where she has run off to.
Of course, I think the worst. Where else would she slip off to? Where else would she have to slip off to for?
Just thinking about it makes that anger bubble.
But, it is the holidays. And, I will have to play nice with her tomorrow. Aunt Krista and Mrs. Rakamash are throwing a Christmas party in our backyard, and they have been working weeks on it. I am not going to ruin their planning and hard work with another row with Tinania.
I think I will just stay with Lucius, or Mum Lenore and Miss. Melantha. Maybe Uncle Rinon and Aunt Krista?
I still don't know how our whole family is going to fit wherever they are putting us! It should be an interesting night, though. . . .
-D
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 5:21 am
Reserved for Christmas Party link! ninja It WAS an interesting night!
AND, Damien's thoughts on the night.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:32 am
The Full Moon!December 30, 2005
I was finally able to give Rhiannon her Christmas gift. I know it is late, but I have had family things, and I think she has been busy.
She liked it, which made me relieved. And, happy, of course. But, there was more relief there. I had been worried that she wasn't going to like it at all.
However, that is not why this entry is being made, is it?
Well, imagine our shock when I gave the bracelet to Rhiannon, and the full moon stone was glowing? It was close to nightfall, and Rhiannon tried to run away.
I talked her into staying. It was a bit harder for me to get words out this time, because . . . well, I really can't explain why. I can tell her I love her, but I can't tell her that I could see myself with her for a very long time. It is a mental block, I think. And, I don't know what is the cause.
When I finally got out what I needed to, she stayed. I was, I admit, a little hurt when she thought the worst of how I might act upon seeing her. But, I have to realize that everyone gets scared about this sort of thing.
When she transformed, I have to admit, I was a little startled. But, I could really only think that she might be in pain.
We spent the night outside. Well, she sort of fell asleep on me. I didn't want to wake her, so I slept out there as well.
Uleme, the centaur leader in the forest, found us under the tree. I just thank the goddess that I thought to slip my cloak over Rhiannon during the night, because she wasn't really wearing anything. . . . Uleme is a gentleman, though. Once he noticed the state Rhiannon was in, he turned his back and let her dress. Then, he walked us to the gate.
All in all, I think Rhiannon and I took a step further in our relationship last night. I would hope that Rhiannon feels the same way, at least. . . .
-D
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:37 am
Surion and Damien talk.January 1, 2006
I woke up with a slight headach this morning, and sick to my stomach.
So, after throwing up, and a shower, I went downstairs for breakfast. I had nothing but tea on my mind. One of Mum Eirnae's elven blends. That was all I wanted.
Who was sitting there, with twinkling eyes, and an evil grin on her face? Nyoka. Of course, she would have come home on this particular morning.
I tried to give her a look that told her to leave me alone. But, she just told me to sit down, and drink the Irish Tea she had made for me.
I had no idea what Irish Tea was until my throat started burning. She promised me that it would help with the headache.
It pains me to say that she was right.
Then, she started in on me. Thank the goddess that Mum Lenore sleeps during the day mostly. She didn't lecture on drinking. . . . She couldn't, obviously. She would be a hypocrit, of course.
But, she did say that she had hoped her brother would be a better dancer than he is. Of course, I blushed, like an idiot. I told her to stuff it (imagine that!). At least that shut her up for a little bit.
I hope Rhi never hears about this. . . .
-D.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 5:08 pm
January 14, 2006
Lenore picks up her mug, filled with steaming crimson liquid, and goes to the table next to the kitchen's door. Faene, as he does every morning, has brought in the mail.
And, there is another, large package, addressed to Damien.
"It bloody well better not be any condoms," she mutters to herself.
She walks over to the bottom of the stairs, tying her black robe more securely around her waist. She adjusts her dark sunglasses, and calls, "Damien!" up the stairs. She scratches her messy, green hair, and walks toward the living room, fingering her engagement ring, which she has retrieved from the locked drawer where she stashed it.
Damien opens a bleary eye, and almost hisses at the sunlight pouring on him. He stands, only in his pajama pants, on his mattress and closes the curtains.
"Bloody Faene," he mutters, unaware that he has taken one of his mum's words and used it. He stretches, and scratches his head, his usually perfect hair sticking out in all different directions.
Well, since I am up, I might as well go and see what mum wants. . . . he thinks, covering a yawn. He glances at the clock on his wall, and groans. He overslept again.
Sighing, his bare feet slap against the wood floor of the hallway as he makes his way to the stairs. He pounds down the stairs, trying to get his blood flowing properly. He then peaks into the living room. "Yes?" he says.
Lenore looks up from the news, and has to stifle a laugh. She coughs, and looks away. "You have a package in the kitchen," she tests. Nyoka had told her that Damien might be able to understand the snake language that both of them use. That he had spoken one word of it the other night.
Damien covers his mouth, yawning again. "Alright," he says, and walks to the kitchen.
Lenore frowns a little, and scratches her left forearm. She shouldn't read too much into it . . . As much as he favors Eirnae, she always suspected that some of her darker traits might have passed on to him. . . . She returns her attention to the news.
Damien's brow furrows when he sees the package, and the cloth-wrapped item. He first picks up the note, written in Rhiannon's hand.
It smells a little like her, he muses as he opens the letter.Rhiannon My dearest Damien, I would have dropped this off myself, along with the gifts but I've been pulled into work for a lot of overtime lately. I would much rather be there with you, nervous, as you open the box. The notebook you might already have - I just always think of you when I see emerald greens. The lava lamp is just a silly little thing..the wind up toy - well it made me think of us... The last thing, the one wrapped in cloth...I don't know what made me pick it for you; but I did. I think I just want to think of you as safe always - maybe I'm being foolish, and over protective, but know that whatever I give you, I give with love. And that's always my gift to you...my heart and my soul, MelethRhiannon
He flips open the leather cover of the notebook, and sees blank pages. He smiles. His old journal had been taken up with musings and notes from books, and the days that have strung by.
This one, however, he vows not to fill with random notes and to-do lists. It will be a proper journal.
He makes a note to go pick up a nice well of ink to use in it.
He takes his wand from the pocket of his pants, where he stashes it upon waking every morning, and magics it to the kitchen table.
He then lifts the strange lamp from the box. "What in the world. . . ." he thinks, puzzling on how a lamp like this can give off any light.
He makes another mental note to plug it in when he gets back into his room, to test it. Again, he magics it to join the journal on the kitchen table.
He then takes out the wind up toy, and laughs softly.
He winds it up and lets it run on the floor.
Harry comes slinking in, looking for his morning meal. He sees the toy, and immediately hisses.
"Don't you dare," Damien says, snatching up the toy before the mean-tempered green animal can come and claw it to death. "If this goes missing, it is cat food for you for a week."
Harry twitches his tail in the air, and pads over to his bowl of fresh steak.
Damien magics the toy to the table as well, carefully, out of Harry's eyeline.
He then picks up the cloth-wrapped package. His eyebrows wing up at the weight of it. He looks back at the note, reading about it being something to protect himself with.
His brow furrows again, and he unwraps the cloth.
Good thing he was holding the thing properly, or he might have cut off some of his fingers. . . .
He smiles a little, and shakes his head. It goes perfectly with the ones that Mum Eirnae gave him for Christmas . . .
Although, he doubts this sword will be as annoying as his other two. . . .
With a frown of concentration, he waves his wand at the items on the table. They disappear, off to rest on his bed until he gets back up there and puts them in their proper places.
Before he goes up the stairs, he checks in on Mum Lenore. He grins, somewhat wickedly, when he sees she is taking a sip from her glass.
"It wasn't condoms," he says, nonchalantly.
Lenore snorts, squirting her drink out of her slitted nostrils.
She glares after Damien's ringing laughter.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:35 pm
Open RP in the GMFC.
(Damien, Nyoka, Kia, Elle, Tiegan, Sayuri, Kestral, Caitlyn.)
Damien walks into the familiar building. It has been a long time since he has been here.
And, he wouldn't be here now if he didn't have to get some shots updated.
Sighing, he glances back at Nyoka, an eyebrow winging up.
His sister is fully clothed, an odd thing for her. Her cloak's hood is well over her face, casting in it in shadow. For good measure, she stole a pair of Mum Lenore's dark sunshades. Her cloak is close around her.
But, no matter how she tries, a snake pops out of the shadows of her hood every once in a while, and the silver tip of her tail is dragging behind her, twitching in an agitated manner.
"I don't need a chaperone," Damien says, a mixture of amusement, and annoyance, in his voice.
From the shadows of her hood, Nyoka narrows yellow-green, reptilian eyes at her brother. "Mum was giving me a look. I had to get out of there. . . ."
Damien shrugs, and plops down in oneof the chairs. He immidiately pulls a book out of his pack and starts to read.
Nyoka sits a little away from him, looking for reading material of her own.
A little group entered the HQ not long after. Kia had decided to go to the GMFC with Tie to find Tie some more little friends, and she'd decided that Elle should also come. Elle was also a GMFC kid, and Kia liked her little sister. So she had to come along.
Even if Elle protested... Which she did loudly. Elle hadn't been to keen on the idea, but Tiegan had been. And it was very hard to resist a little kid and her mum when they were dragging you out of a house by your limbs.
The teenager, the youth and the kid only stopped in the doorway to see who was inside for a second or two.
Kia stared at Nyoka for only a few seconds before disolving into giggles. Between giggles, and gasps for breath, she called, "Hi...Ny...nyoka!" while she tried to stay upright by clinging to a chair with one hand, and to Elle with the other.
Elle just stood there, confused. What the hell was Kia doing? She sounded like she was having a fit... and why was Elle now a leaning post? Kia was heavier than she looked. She smiled weakly at Damien as if to appoglize for not being able to say 'Hello!' over Kia's strange fit.
The little girl with them though just walked away as if she hadn't noticed at all. It was somewhat common for Tiegan to see Kia fall over in some way or another, so why was this time any different? She walked right up to Nyoka and Damien, leaned around Nyoka and lifted the edge of the cloak.
...she knew it! There was a TAIL. Tiegan gave an excited squeak and looked up at Nyoka with big shiny eyes. This big person had a tail. She liked her already!
Nyoka glares at Kia from the shadows of her cloak, her eyes flashing a little, the green light from her eyes glowing in the shadows for the briefest of moments.
"Hello, Kia," Nyoka says, rather stiffly, her Englsh accent making her sound even snobbier.
She looks at the strange Taka-looking girl, and immediately, her tail retreats below her cloak, tapping, in an irritated fashion, agains the legs of the chair.
"Oh, bugger it!" she sighs, exasperated. She is always the one to be stared at, why should now be any different. With a sweep of black velvet, the cloak is tossed off. The shakes in her hair his, relieved. She glares at Kia. "Go ahead, laugh it up. . . ."
Damien regards the whole thing with a curious expression. Rather than comment on the whole thing, he turns to Elle. "Hello, Elle," he says, smiling pleasantly. "It has been a long time since I last saw you. Er, if you could disentangle yourself from Miss. Kia, would you like to take a seat?" he offers.
EDIT: But, upon seeing Sayuri, he immediatly throws the book over his face, hiding. What if David told her?! Oh no! Would she go insane, like Mum Lenore did when she saw what was in the package David sent her?
He doesn't want to take any chances. . . .
Sayuri clipped on her badge, looking at the upsidedown picture of herself as she twisted it up towards her. It was secured to her white doctor's coat...she had recently been hired to help the families that came here realise their dreams and have children but she had been mired in paperwork and had little chance to meet the families she had been assigned to, let alone anyone else. She walked out into reception, a clipboard in her hand and sat down at the desk, intent on doing more paperwork.
A squealing laughter rang out in the air when Kestral is being flung into the air by the redhaired woman. "More More!!" Kestral signed to her mother before she giggles giddily before she peers down at the tigercub whom is toddling behind them dutifully and suddenly the baby girl reached down, wanting to pick Tigerlily up.
Caitlyn laughs as she flings her daughter in the air before she caught her baby just in time when they enters the clinic, she was slightly suprised to see more than just two people there. Her eyes drifts over to the cloaked figure and she regards it warily before she nods slightly to everybody.
Kia stood up by herself for a brief second. Elle slipped away as fast as she could.
"Hello Nyoka." Kia repeated, her face red... then almost fell over again. She grasped Elle once more, but found that the teenager had slipped away while Kia had been standing upright without help.
So Kia just fell sideways onto the ground to laugh there.
Elle rubbed the places where Kia's fingers had dug into her skin. She'd have bruises now... and it was proof that Kia was a lunatic. What was she laughing at, anyway?
"I would love a seat." Elle replied, letting herself have one last glare at Kia. She sat down, only to find herself staring at Damien with a book over his face. "...Damien? Um... what is it?"
Meanwhile Tiegan still stared up at Nyoka with a very clear expression of admiration. It faulted for a moment when another person entered the room though, this time a woman. She looked from Nyoka to Sayuri, and then to the newcomers, as if trying to decide who was more interesting.
...she'd just see the other woman in a minute and the new people who'd just entered in a minute.
Tie tugged on Nyoka and asked, "Can you make me a tail too?"
Nyoka blushes at Kia's giggling, a charming dark green color preading from the tips of her pointed ears down to her neck.
"If you could pull yourself together, woman," Nyoka says, as dignified as possible.
Oh no, images slip into her mind again, and she pushes the heels of her hands to her eyes. "I don't want to turn you to stone, Kia."
She glances down at the Taka-girl, and her eyebrows wing up. "Erm . . ."she says, caught off-guard. "Well, when we were younger, your mum wrapped the bottom half of her body in a blanket. That is as good as it is going to get. . . ." she says, edging away from the girl slightly.
Then, baby giggling. Nyoka shrinks in her chair, wanting to scream. She, the Amazon Queen, who beheaded a god, killed a sea-monster, went into the very belly of hell, is shrinking away from children.
She does, however, in the spirit of politeness, manage a wave to the newcomers, and a friendly wave to Sayuri.
Damien peeks over his book cover, and sees Sayuri is otherwise occupied. "Rhiannon's mum is here," he says, softly. As if that is all that needs to be said, he moves along.
"What have you been up to, Elle?" he asks, glancing over at the rolling Kia, and his blushing sister.
Leaning closer to her, he whispers, "Do you have any idea what that is about?" he gestures to the Fa'e with a jerk of his thumb.
"OOOOOOOO!!!" Kestral spots Nyoka before she flaps her wings. "More friends, mommy!" She signs excitedly before she feels herself being let down on the floor. She rolls over on her all fours and crawls over to Nyoka, Tie and Kia giggling happily while her eyes dances with laughter and happiness. "Hi!" She signs to three people as she peers up at the cloaked figure curiously.
Caitlyn chuckles lightly as Kestral emits a loud eager noise before she shakes her head, bending over and putting her daughter on the floor. "Behave yourself" She signs to her daughter before she pulls out the bottled water and takes a drink from it before peering down at Tigerlily whom is looking up at her expectantly. "You can go and be with Kes" She replies to the tiger cub and the tiger cub was off in the shot, zooming right over to Kestral mewing excitedly.
"Okay, okay." Kia attempted to get up. It took a few tries though, as she would picture what she'd seen early in the morning... and start to giggle again. Finally she managed to peel herself up and off the floor by firmly telling self, 'I drempt it. I drempt it. I drempt it.'
She wandered over to Nyoka and leaned down to wrap her arms around Tiegan's shoulders. "Oka, this is Tiegan. Tiegan, this is your aunty Oka. I have known her since I was a baby."
Tiegan gazed up at Nyoka from Kia's arms with... if it was possible... a slightly more intense expression of awe and admiration. It was the 'stone' thing... she could turn people into stone? Like the witch in Narnia? "Aunty Oka."
Tie's head twisted down to the baby, partly out of surprise. She wriggled out of Kias' grasp and sat down on the floor. This way she could be close to Nyoka on one side, and the baby on the other! "Hello little baby."
"Um, okay." Elle blinked. Was it normal for guys to be afraid of friend's mums? She blinked again as he shifted topics, and shrugged. "Nothing. Mum's been traveling so I just stayed at home and wandered around Barton. I never knew how boring it really was."
She glanced at the fa'e again, and shook her head. Elle leaned in to whispered, "I think all fa'e are mad."
Nyoka's eyebrows wing up at the look on Tiegamn's face. "You look like your father, Tiegan. . . ." she says, keeping the distaste completely out of her voice and her face.
She seems to pale at the title of Aunty. "It is just Nyoka. . . ." she says.
She is about to say something else, when the squeal from the baby turns her attention away. Friends? she thinks, panicked. Her eyes dart toward the exit, trying to think of the best way to get out of her before another one attatches themselves to her. "Hello," she signs, in return. Her dumb logic is, once the pleasantries are dispensed, she will be free to run away.
Damien glances over at Sayuri again, and shrugs. "That's why I rarely leave the house," he says, returning his gaze to Elle. "Where has your mum been traveling to?" he asks, curious.
He keeps glancing over at Sayuri. What if it is his luck that she give him his shots? He pales a little at that thought.
Sayuri looked up in time to catch Nyoka's wave in her direction and she nodded, smiling in return. As another mother entered with her child she looked at them, but as they werent a mother of hers needing a check-up, she went back to her work. She chuckled to herself at Damien's expression...guess he hadnt expected to see her at the clinic.
Kestral's eyes widen as the woman signed to her. "You sign!! you deaf!" She signs excitedly as she flaps her wings before she sits up with her head tilted back watching the cloaked woman. "Me Kestral! You Me friends!" She signs once again.
Tigerlily eyes the cloaked figure and chirps nervously, she tugs on Kestral's dress in sign that they shouldn't be here right now. Her white striped tail swishes back and forth as she meows loudly.
"My daddy is a rockstar. He's funny." Tiegan replied to that, face lighting up. She liked the idea of looking like her daddy. Tie tugged on one of her braids, and added, "And he likes my mud pies."
After a few moments an idea came into Tie's head. It was a very exiting idea! She beamed upwards at Nyoka and added, "Auntokaauntyoka... If you like I can make you a snow pie?"
Made sense to Tiegan. After all, Aunty Oka was like the white witch in Narnia to Tiegan. Snow pie seemed like a nicer thing for white witches who liked snow.
Kia watched Nyoka. She had lots of questions... but she'd ask them later. The GMFC wasn't the place to ask about why Nyoka had been making out with the pretty fa'e teenage boy.
Elle watched Damien's face, and the worried glances he kept giving Sayuri. She was tempted to shake her head, boys were very weird. She still hadn't found a single guy that didn't act strange at one point or another. "She went north to visit the elves up there. She went after I went to the Academy, so when I came back she was still gone."
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:37 pm
Open RP Continued. . . .
Nyoka blinks at Teigan, unsure of how she should answer her. She does think, and probably rather smartly, that it is best for her not to tell the young girl exacly how she feels about her father.
Of the scars she left on the b*****d. That thought brings a wicked smile to her lips. With the same smile, she says, "Sure, Tiegan. And, it is just Nyoka," she adds the last as an afterthought. "Kia, would you mind if we went outside? I think there is still some snow out there, and Teigan can play. . . ."
She looks at Kia now, and says, in Egyptian, "Then, you can ask me anything you want," her voice is soft, and it is accompanied with a long-suffering sigh.
Damien's eyebrows raise, and he smiles. "That sounds like it would be a nice journey," he says. "But, I think I would be rather bored if I were at home all alone."
His smile is still on his lips when he continues. "Have you been continuing your studies from Somonen?" He is guilty of not doing it. So much has happened, Mum Eirnae returned, Rhiannon and him, his Aunt Krista and Mum Lenore seem to be fighting, and Mum Lenore is acting funny. Too much on his plate. . . .
Kia made a face, she hated snow. But then, she hadn't stripped off all the snow protection layers she'd put on, so really... Kia was all prepared.
"Okay. Let's go outside."
She looked around for Tiegan, but the kid had already rushed outside and was attempting to do something with some not-so-white snow. So Kia headed out, and waited for Nyoka.
Once Nyoka had joined her, Kia asked straight away, "What did you do with Rune after I fell asleep?"
Straight to the point!
"I didn't know what else to do. It isn't as bad as it sounds, I had the internet to amuse me." Elle shrugged and shook her head as he asked the question. "No, they never started the school year. I wish they had though, I wanted to learn all of that. Now I'll just need to find a different place to learn it from."
Nyoka squeezes her eyes shut and grimaces. "What did it look like?" she asks.
Tap-dancing sounds like best way to go with this. . . .
Damien nods. "I guess I am lucky that my mums know magic. . . . Although, both are different types. . . ." he smiles again. "Well, there is always book-learning. If you wanted to learn that way, at least. If you had trouble with something, you could see if I could help."
"So, what brings you here anyway? Do you have to get shots, too?" he asks.
"It looked like you were both naked, and I think you had legs at one point." Kia replied. Then she added quickly, "It also looked like you found him pleasing?"
She stepped a few steps closer to Nyoka, partly to attempt to share in the other fa'es warmth. But it was also an attempt to be supportive.
Tiegan knelt on the ground, packing snow into a toy. It would have to be a toy pie shell, but that was okay. It would look all the nicer, and maybe it would make them want to stop making funny words at each other.
"My mum does too. But I don't really understand her type, it never worked well for me. It's too elf, and I'm too... not elf." Elle added quickly, as to not sound too pessimistic, "But I would like help if your life isn't too busy? I understand if it is... but your mum might know more about different types."
She laughed and shook her head. That was the good thing about being the way she was. "Don't need shots ever. Kia thought I had to get out of the house."
Nyoka shrugs. "He was, for the time. Served the purpose, I guess."
Oh, who is she kidding? "It was stupid! And, you! I had hoped you would be my wing-man, stop me from doing doing something stupid!" she sighs. "It's not your fault, it's mine. And, I will deal. . . ." she smiles a little at Kia. "At least I know it is possible, now?" she chuckles.
Damien waves his hand. "I always make time for friends," he says. "And, Mum Lenore can help us as well, if we really need it."
Then, he shudders. "It is time for me to get more. I hate them. . . ." he fingers the ear cuff in his ear. The only time he willingly had a needle come near him was to get the cartlidge pierced there.
And, boy, did that hurt! "You're lucky, not needing shots," he chuckles. He looks out of the window. "So, getting out of the house including cooping you up in some other building? That doesn't make much sense to me."
"I'm sorry! I was already falling asleep, and I'm still not sure what I was dreaming about and what I was seeing. It is very blurry." Kia paused at the last bit, and grinned. "Well, that is something everyone needs to know. Life without sex would be boring! ...I'd know. I envy you."
Tiegan wandered up at that point, and handed Nyoka a strange looking toy filled with snow. It was slightly dirty snow too, mud mixed through parts. But she pointed at those parts and cheerfully told Nyoka, "That's chocolate snow."
Then she wandered off again to find a new toy, so she could make one for her momma as well.
Elle looked up at Damien's earring, and grinned. "I only get needles when it's up to me. I don't think I get sick like people do." She lifted her dark hair to show him the piercing she'd had done in her hear. There were quite a few of them now... and they had hurt.
Looking around at the clinic, Elle sighed. It was pretty bleak here too. "Yea. But since when did Kia make sense to anyone?"
Nyoka takes the snow-filled toy, and her brow furrows. She thanks Teigan before she walks away, and looks at Kia. "Does she really want me to eat this?" she asks, changing the subject, or at least trying to.
Damien chuckles, covering his mouth as he does so. "No, I suppose Kia has never made sense. I remember hearing stories. . . . "
He then admires her piercings. "Well, you are braver than I. I think, after this first one, I won't get any more. I don't know how my mums and aunts, and sister, even, can take it. . . ." he shudders again.
"Don't know. Maybe you can drop it on the other snow, it all looks the same now." Kia stared at it, making a face at the snow. She didn't like snow at all. Eating dirty snow was like eating... eating... raw fish. Ew. "What will you do with Rune now? ...and was he drunk too?"
"I just made up for all the shots I missed out on, maybe. I can wear silver earrings, I was afraid I'd have to wear gold. But they don't hurt me." Elle blinked, and nudged him with an elbow. "What stories did you hear?"
"Wouldn't that hurt her feelings?" Nyoka asks, frowning down at the snow. She pulls her wand from her messy hair, and taps the snow. "There, it is preserved. I'll just stick it on my shelf. . . . Mum taught me the spell."
Then, she sighs. "You know, I don't know him. I can't tell whether he was drunk or not. I am hoping, then maybe he won't remember?"
Damien chuckles. "Well, it is mostly stories that Nyoka has told me, where Kia would torture her. You remember when uhm . . . Teigan? Asked Nyoka if she could have a tail? Nyoka wasn't joking when she said Kia tried to make herself one with a blanket. It was amusing, she said, to watch her ttry to walk," he chuckles again. "Also, some story of body-switching?" he frowns a little.
"That's a good spell. I like that one." Kia admired the strange looking snow-filled toy for a few moments, and then nodded. "I know. I hope he was drunk too, or else I will have to hit him over the head."
She peered around for Tiegan, who had wandered inside and was still stacking up some sort of jungle scene with toys. She appearaed to have gotten distracted again, as if she'd forgotten about the snow thing.
Kia grinned at Nyoka. "She acts like Taka sometimes."
"That sounds like Kia. Kia doesn't torture like that anymore, now she cooks and tries to get you to eat it. I don't mind her food, it smells very good. But she always forgets that I can't eat... and then gets insulted and upset when I don't." Elle hadn't heard the body switching thing... but that sounded scary. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know about that.
"The poor dear," Nyoka says. "I hope she got more of your genes than his. . . ." She watches Teigan playing, thinking that her hope might not be able to come true.
"Well, at least you could remedy that. Just keep telling her that you can't eat the food. It's nothing against her, and it is no fault of yours that you can't eat the food," that is the best he can give her about that. He knows his own mum sometimes looks at the lot of them over dinner with envy, because she misses the fact that she cannot have whatever was cooked that night.
He looks up at the clock, and sighs. "It's time for me to face the music," he says, frowning. "Maybe we can talk more when I get this over with?"
"He has good genes too. Tiegan gets the best of Taka, and some of me too in there. But Oka... I was wondering if you would do me a favor?" Kia asked carefully, not sure how Nyoka would take to the question. "Would you take Tiegan sometimes, and teach her how to be ... less like Taka's weak side? I love him, but I want her to be stronger than he is."
"I do, and she keeps getting insulted. But oh well... I suppose she'll eventually remember that I can't eat without being reminded." Elle grinned weakly at Damien. She didn't envy the shot thing one little bit.
"Yea, okay. Good luck in there."
Damien sighs, and stands to go over to the reception area.
Nyoka frowns, a note of panic in her voice. "Kia. . . ." she says, and pinches the bridge of her nose in her fingers. "You know how I am with kids. . . . And, I am not the best role model, after what I did. . . ."
Sayuri finished writing in her notes, filing them away. She stifled a yawn, noticed Damien had stood up and fished out a magazine to read. After all, if anyone wanted anything, an 'excuse me' always worked wonders, she smiled to herself as she flicked through the pages.
"Then it will be good for the both of you. Tiegan likes you already, and she should! And besides, you are a good role model, even if you make mistakes." Kia wrapped an arm around Nyoka's middle, and added, "And Tiegan is not all that scary?"
Nyoka frowns. "What do you want me to do with her? How long do you want me to take her?"
Damien clears his throat, a blush on his cheeks. "Ah . . . Miss. Sayuri?" he asks, his voice very soft. "Er. . . . Mum Lenore sent me to get some shots. . . ."
"A few hours now... while you two bond. And then maybe we could come over for a night or two? Taka is never home, and I get lonely out in the country." Kia frowned then, and kicked at the snow. "He's always working. Always."
Sayuri looked up at the clearing off a throat, smiling at Damien as she put her finger in the magazine to keep her place.
'She did huh? You're not a patient of mine, but if I find your notes I should be okay to do that.'
She stood, putting the magazine down and going over to the filing cabinet, looking through the files for his name.
'Here we go,' she flipped it open, scanning the notes.
'Sooo,' she looked at him, then folded her arms.
'Everything going well with Rhiannon then?'
"Well, he's a rockstar," Nyoka says, sourly. She sighs, and puts a hand on Kia's shoulder. "I'll try. I can't say that things will go the way that you want them to, though. I am feeling really crappy right now. . . ."
Damien clears his throat again, feeling his face get hotter. He manages to keep his eyes on Sayuri, though. "Yes . . . Did she tell you she is coming to dinner soon?" he asks. "Ah, she is meeting my mums. . . . I hope that is agreeable?"
"Yes, that's what he is. But I need social life too." Kia wriggled closer to Nyoka, glad of the warmth. It was too cold in the snow. She liked hot sun. "I can take care of you while you feel crap?"
Sayuri nodded, smiling.
'Yes, she was really excited about it.' she tucked his file under her arm.
'Right well we'll do your jabs now if you'd like to follow me into a consultation room,' and she walked off, opening one of the closed doors, waiting for him to enter before shutting it again.
Damien nods, and follows Sayuri. "I'm glad she is excited. I hope she doesn't get too nervous. . . ." he smiles a little, watching Sayuri as though she might attack him at any moment.
Nyoka puts an arm around Kia. "Sure. Now, let's go inside before you freeze to death. Baby," she teases, smiling a little.
"Anyway, you just need to go out more. Stop cooping yourself up at home."
"I'm not a baby, I am an Egyptiian. We don't have snow. We have sand, and gardens, and water, and beautiful warmth. All the time." Kia poked tongue out, and added, "And snakes like warmth too, so ha. You like it too."
Quickly she added, "I've got to be at home for my babies."
The shot is over with before he even knows it. And, it hurts like hell! Rubbing his arm, his sleeve still rolled up, he walks back into the waiting area, a frown on his face.
"That was fun," he mumbles when he sits back with Elle.
"So did my mums, but they still found time to go out and do things," Nyoka says as they walks back in. "You just have to get away. Unless, somewhere within you, you really just don't want to."
"Your mums are very special women though, very strong and ...strong." Kia beamed at Nyoka as they entered, glad to be inside the warm GMFC. It wasn't ideal, but it was much better htan anything else.
Elle had been doing exactly as Kia had wanted her to do. She had been sitting int he GMFC. Too bad, she grumbled to herself, that it was just as pointless as most other things she did to occupy her time. The arrival of Damien startled her, and she blinked at him. "It was quick too, wasn't it? Did you ge a lollypop?"
"Uh huh. What does that make you, weak?" Nyoka asks, plopping down in a seat again. She notices Damien rubbing his arm, and is about to ask him if he is ready to go.
But, he is talking. That would be rude. . . .
Damien raises an eyebrow. "I am a gentleman, woman," he starts, in mock offense, and with a hint of an accent in his voice. Mostly to poke fun of his Mum Lenore's and Nyoka's accents. "And gentlemen to not suck on lollypops." With a sniff, he turns up his nose, but not before he gives Elle a smile to show he is joking.
Kia shrugged. "No, it makes me... um. I don't know."
She caught a glance of the time and sighed. It'd take ages to drive home, and Kia had to cook dinner. "I have to go, I have to drop Elle off, then get home, then cook, then clean..."
She hugged Nyoka. "Come visit soon? Elle!"
"No, a Gentleman would use a knife and fork, and be very prim and propar when eating the lollypop." Elle teased right back, "Which would require a long time and good company. I imagine that lollypop is in a pocket all ready for a nice snack."
Elle glanced up at Kia, who was getting out carkeys, and sighed. "I have to go. I'll call you or something. Bye!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:51 pm
Damien walks through the strip mall, looking in the windows. He has a few packages, filled with stuff for his mums, Rhiannon, Tinania, and something for Surion. Nothing he has seen has cought his eye, at least as far as something for himself goes.
He stops in front of a strange little shop. Smiling slightly at the trinkets in the window, he steps inside, pushing a bit of his long bangs out of his face.
The shop seems empty at first, until a slight scuffling sound comes from the back and a lilting voice rings out from somewhere in the vicinity of the storage room. "Welcome to Heaven and Nature! I'll be right with you!" Another scuffle and a thud later, and the voice wasn't so lilting anymore. It was softly cursing under whispered breath. By the time Raven had manhandled the box into her arms and gotten it to the doorway, she was doing much better and wound her way through the shop with her tail lending balance behind her.
Damien's eyebrows wing up at the cursing. He watches the girl walk around with the box, and takes a step forward. "I'm sorry, but can I help you with that?" he asks, keeping his voice level. He is trying not to seem sexist in any way, and trying to keep the humor out of his voice as well.
Pointed ears pricked up on the other side of the box and Raven leaned a bit to the side, peeking around it with a grin. "I think I've got it now... it's just the matter of getting it off the top shelf that makes life interesting. Thank you for offering, though!" She managed to get to the front counter, setting the box down and turning back to Damien. Almost inadvertantly, she found herself brushing a hand down the white peasant top and long purple skirt that she wore... she WAS a teenager after all, and this was someone new. That, and he wasn't half bad on the eyes.
"Can I help you find anything in specific or would you just like to browse around for a bit? We just got in a new shipment yesterday, so I apologize if things are a bit of a mess in the book section." She smiled sheepishly then, the foxcoon's ears tilting back just a bit as she spoke.
Damien's notes the smoothing of her shirt, and hides a smile. "Actually," he starts, "The shop just caught my interest. I thought perhaps there might be some things here that I had never seen before," he shrugs a little, and shifts his hands behind his back where the clasp, despite the bags.
His own, pointed ears seem to twitch a little, and he looks up at the girl. "You have books, then?" obviously, books are far more interesting to him than any of the trinkets in the store. "What sort of books . . . ?" he trails off, hoping to leave the impression that he is asking her name.
Perking up again, Raven stepped out from behind the counter, motioning him to follow. "Quite a diversity of subjects, really. Books on religions, tarot, crystals, runes... we have a pretty good selection about 'witchcraft'." As she said that, her fingers came up to make a 'quotes' mark along with the word. "Books on angels, ghosts, paranormal happenings, psionics. Pretty much everything that makes little old ladies clutch their hearts and scream 'heresy'."
The shop wasn't that 'wide', but it was deep set in the building. Moving through it was an amusing set of twists and turns around shelves and displays that held jewellery, pendulums, tarot decks, figurines and racks of clothing that made one realise that Raven did most of her clothes shopping on employee discount.
Damien follows her, toying with the wand he, now, keeps in a sort of sheath at the small of his back, under his long tunics. "Witchcraft, huh?" he asks. "I have an extensive collection of books on the subject at home," he offers.
And, because it is obvious that she is not going to give him her name, he just lets it slide at this point. "I am afraid I am unfamiliar with what some of the subjects you listed are," he admits. "Like tarot, and crystals. . . ." he tilts his head to the side when he sees the books. Every one of them, he wants to pick up and read. But, he holds that urge at bay.
"Really?" Raven grinned to him when he mentioned his own collection, her intrique lifting just a bit. "We don't have a whole lot... mainstream stuff, mostly, or what the 'neo-pagans' refer to as gospel." To keep herself from looking like an idiot and fidgeting, she reached up to slide a few out of place books back against the shelf. "I'd love to see what the real ones are like..." The girl blinked then, turning to Damien as if she suddenly realised something. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name. I'm Raven, by the way... sorry for being rude."
Her own personal favourite was in the list of things he was unfamiliar with, and she leapt on that as a means to continue the conversation. "I've looked into the tarot quite a bit... some of it seems unreal, but I've also seen my father read tarot cards and he's just SCARY with how accurate he can be."
Damien nods, listening to Raven. "Really? How do you read these. . . . tarot cards?" his curiosity is fueled greatly by the little hint Raven gave him. He almost forgets his own manners.
Almost.
"Ah, forgive me," he says, smiling again. He holds out his scaled hand, and says, "I am Damien."
Raven took his hand graciously, noting the scales and marvelling at them for a moment. One would almost think they were scratchy or rough, from the look of them... but they felt just as smooth as the normal skin she felt. Then again, she had a bit of difference in her touch-sense than most... it came from having velvet-fine fur over her entire body. She was just very glad that it at least LOOKED like skin, for the most part. From a distance, anyway.
"It's good to meet you, Damien," she answered, then went back to the subject at hand. "I can show you if you like?" she asked, motioning to a small, empty table against one wall with two chairs on either side. "I'm not that good at it though, fair warning. But I can show you the basics."
"It's good to meet you, as well, Raven," he says, noting, himself, the fur. Of course, none of this bothers him. One of his mums is a vampire, and his sister is a big. . . well, snake.
He nods. "Sure, I would like to see a reading," he says, smiling again. He motions with a hand for her to go first toward the table.
Raven nodded to him politely, smiling as she brushed past him and reached into a pouch that she had hanging on the sash-like belt around her waist. "When I started showing an interest, my father bought me these," she explained as she moved to sit in one of the chairs. "He taught me quite a bit that I didn't find out int he books, for instance. Like the superstitions." She snickered then, shuffling the deck idly as she glanced up to Damien.
"Different people believe different things. My father believes that in order for a deck to 'work', you can't have bought it for yourself, it needs to be a gift. Other people believe that if someone else touches their cards, they'll be 'tainted' somehow and not work. Others believe that the more you keep your cards with you, the better 'tuned' they'll be... to the point that they sleep with their cards in their pillowcases."
Damien listens, and lifts a brow at the surperstitions. "Really?" he asks, and covers his mouth to hide his smile. "Do you believe in any of them? Because, if you do, I promise not to touch your cards, then," he says, in a serious tone as his face falls into one of seriousness. The twinkle in his eye might give it away, though, the light, teasing twinkle.
He only hopes he doesn't offend Raven with what he is doing.
She glanced to him, then nearly let out a snort of laughter with how quickly she collapsed into giggles. "I don't care if you touch them," she replied, still giggling slightly. "I just laugh my tail off when I see these people come in and act like they're going into a trance just to pick a deck of cards, or a crystal. It's hilarious." She set the deck on the table then, offering it to him for inspection.
"If you want to learn to read them, or try to, I'd recommend looking through the 'demo' decks that we have out near the packaged ones. That way, you can find a deck that you understand. Some people can read perfectly with one deck and can barely understand another, just because the pictures are different."
Damien chuckles as she tells him about the people that come in. Usually, he might think it rude to talk about other behind their backs, but he can't help it.
He decides he likes Raven.
"I'll do that," he says, nodding. "Who knows? I might have a knack for it?" Right now, though, he is anxiously awaiting what these cards might have to say about him. . . .
"Never know til you try?" Raven grinned, motioning to the deck. "Go ahead and cut the deck... then flip over the top card."
Damien nods, and does as he is instructed. He then folds his hands in his lap, waiting for the next intructions, if any.
Raven looked at the card, smiling faintly as she held it towards him to see. "The fool," she began, wondering if he would take hte same 'offense' to it as others seemed to. "It's not a bad card, nor is it what the name implies," she explained. "The fool is someone who looks forward in life without looking back... and sometimes is known to tell people to leave him alone to do his own thing. It's someone who can take advice and ideas from others, and still have the confidence in himself to make his own decisions."
Good card... she murmured to herself, watching for Damien's reply. "Does that sound like you? Because if it does, then you've just picked out your signifier card... which is the card the deck will use to represent you in the reading."
Damien blinks, then frowns in concentration as he listens to Raven. "Well, it sounds quite a bit like me," he says, thoughtfully. "I suppose it's spot on on most of it." He smiles up at Raven.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 11:56 pm
Smiling, Raven nodded and shuffled the cards, leaving the original one on the table. "Fair warning... I"m not expecting to be right with this. I've only been reading them for about a month, give or take. I've seen some people be spot-on with their readings, however. I'm hoping to get that good someday." Once she was done, she started to lay out the cards, one over the Fool card... another crossing it. Then four more in a cross formation around that. The last four cards were laid in a row alongside, all face-down.
To be honest, she wasn't really concentrating on the reading in the slightest. It wasn't often that strangers came into the shop... normally, the clientele was a select few that came in and out continually to replenish their stocks of incense, or to get new books.
"It's alright," Damien smiles, watching her lay out the cards with concentration. "I am kind of hoping you aren't completely spot-on," he admits, giving Raven a genuine smile.
"Oh?" she asked, smirking wryly as she glanced to him. "Something to hide?" Raven was toying with him... to be honest, she wouldn't know what to do if she couldn't tease someone during the day. She was just hoping he didn't take offense to the playful jesting.
Damien chuckles, and holds up his hands. "Everyone has something to hide, don't you agree?" he asks. Well, it is one way to politely answer the question without really answering.
"Readily agree," she answered, grinning from ear to pointed ear as she turned over the first card. "Okay. This card represents you in relationship to your current situation..." The card overturned revealed four wands.
"Happiness and peace are now within your grasp. Your past endeavors bring a well-earned rest from the cares. A new love is now possible. Success may give you reason to celebrate."
Damien's eyebrow wings up, and there is a slight smile on his lips. "Well, that sounds promising," he says, leaning forward slightly in interest.
Raven nearly blushed crimson as she came to the end of the card's description... she'd gotten so used to just blurting out the meanings, she hadn't stopped to actually THINK about it. It was a good thing the fur on her cheeks covered most of the flush. "Moving on," she said, clearing her throat faintly. "In the cross position, the Knight of Pentacles. The cross means that this represents positive forces or assets in your favour. The card itself is an active stance on finances... instead of sitting idly by and waiting for things to happen, you'll be making an effort to change your financial standing."
Damien nods. "Makes a bit of sense," he says, softly. He glances up at Raven. If he saw the faint blush, she does not comment on it. He is fairly used to blushes, as he, more often than not, blushes as well.
Nice recovery, she whispered to herself, sighing in a bit of relief that she hadn't made an idiot of herself. "Next is the page of swords... he represents an impulsive desire for new experiances... but it can cause problems. Make sure you take notice of warning signs around you. Then we've got the nine of wands... a reprieve from difficulty, and a much needed break from things that have been bothering you. You need to carefuly plan your next steps."
Damien leans further onto the table, and looks closely at the cards. He nods, though the page of swords doesn't sound a bit like something he would do in the slightest. He smiles a little over that thought.
Raven couldn't help but watch him for a moment. He was so intent on the cards, he likely wouldn't notice her watching him just a BIT... Still, she couldn't just sit here and do that all day. Flipping over the next card, she continued. "Queen of Pentacles... a feminine influence who is good with finances, but may be critical and demanding... she's factoring greatly in current situations. Then there is the nine of cups..." She blinked then, glancing up to the other nine that had appeared. "Good cards... here's hoping I'm not too far off. The nine of cups represents success, accomplishment and satisfaction in your emotional aspects."
"Well, my future looks bright, doesn't it?" Damien says, cheerfully. He leans back in the chair again. "At least you haven't predicted my death in a violent and painful manner." He grins over at Raven.
"It was interesting. At least you made me want to buy a book, and a deck of cards," he says, the grin still on his face.
"Really?" Raven brightened a bit at that, as she put the cards back in their bag. "I figure, it's a good way to amuse myself, even if I don't get very good at it." She looked to him again sheepishly, shrugging just a bit. "I just hope I didn't mangle it too badly." She couldn't help but chuckle at the death comment, shaking her head. "Nah. I don't think I COULD give someone a bad reading like that, even if it came up. Most of the people that come in here for readings really don't care what it is, so long as it tells them that they're meant for greatness. Usually, it's just the high school crowd when they get bored and want to so something 'controversial'."
"Sounds rather. . . . dull," Damiren says, though he has not had much contact with the high school crowd. "But, I think I can understand where you are coming from. I don't think I could tell someone that I see their death in the cards, and have them walking around as though they are doomed. Especially if I thought I was wrong," he chuckles a little, even if it is a macabre subject.
"So, other than the dull high school crowd, how is it working here? I am, actually, looking to find a job somewhere. . . ." it is his turn to smile sheepishly. He hasn't even told his mums that he is thinking about getting a job somewhere, yet.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 12:36 am
"Other than the nitwits that just come in here to freak out their parents, it's pretty cool." Raven grinned, resting her elbows ont he table and her chin in her palms. "It's quiet... it lets me keep up on my school work, and it gives me extra money in my pocket." She made a motion then to her clothing and grinned. "The employee discount is good, too. I like the clothes we get in, and the jewellery... and I think I have most of the bookshelf contents at home."
"Really?" Damien leans in again, folding his hands on the table. "So, you enjoy reading as well?" He might have made a big leap there, but if she has all those books at home, he can only assume that she does.
The dual-coloured eyes lit up at that. "Definitely... so long as it's not a romance novel or a western, I'll read it. Whenever I get bored in here, I camp out in these chairs here and read. So long as I don't ignore customers, the owner's fine with that. If you want, I can see if she's hiring, when I talk to her on Friday?" Well, it was worth a shot anyway. She wasn't sure if the place was busy enough to warrant having more than one person working at a time... but it'd definitely be interesting to work with him.
"It sounds like an ideal place to work," Damien says. Then, he nods. "Sure, if you don't feel umcomfortable about it," he says,another smile on his lips. "If I don't find anything, though, I am pretty sure Mum Lenore would let me work in her shop until I found something different," he shrugs at that.
He sighs, and goes back to the subject of books. "I am the same way. Why would I want to read a romance? It seems a bit. . . . cheesy to me. And westerns? Too many macho-men running around trying to shoot outlaws, or the like. Give me a good fantasy, or my study books, any old day."
"Why would I feel uncomfortable about it?" Raven asked, blinking at him. Hell NO, she wouldn't mind in the slightest! She would have retorted a bit more, but the mention of books drew her attention away again. "Ah yes Fantasy... the bane of my existance." She chuckled then, shaking her head. "I have all of the Valdemar books by Mercedes Lackey, as well as her SERRA-ted Edge novels... and all of Katherine Kurtz's Dryni Chronicles. I'm starting to collect the Pern books by Anne McCaffrey... my father says I'm going to read him out of house and home."
Damien chuckles, recognizing some of the titles as books that he has yet to reach in the vast library in the study. "I guess I was born lucky," he starts. "My mums are really big on reading, so our study walls are just one big bookshelf. Not one inch of them is wasted, let me tell you. We even have some stacked in the corners, and hidden off in a closet in the hall," he smiles, happily.
"Well, I was just saying, it might be uncomfortable for you to have some strange boy that you have yet to meet perhaps work with you," he shrugs. "Now that I say that, I suppose it sounds stupid. You are meeting strange people all day," he says, smiling again.
He then moves a chunk of his loose hair out of his face, and steeples his hands, resting his chin there. "So, what do you study here while you are working?"
"From the shelves?" Raven turned slightly to look towards the books. "Religions, mainly. I think it's amazing how many different ones are in the world, and how alike they all really are at the core. Otherwise, it's mainly just my school work... I'm getting slogged down with homework this year, and study hall just isn't cutting it. I wind up still having a couple hours worth, usually, but it's all done by the time I get home from here." She smiled then, tapping her fingers against her cheek idly. "I swear, I'm going to take about a year off between high school and college, just so that I don't burn myself out."
Looking to him again, she tilted her head to the side. "What about you? Are you in school? Here I've been jabbering on about me and I know very little about you."
Damien smiles, rather sheepishly, again. "Well, I am home-schooled. There really isn't a proper school for my . . . erm . . . talents?" he says. "I get taught the basics, you know; math, english, history, and all of that. But, a good chunk of my, erm, school day is taken with the other stuff." Rather vague? Yes. It might seem odd of him to be shy talking about magic in front of a girl who works at a New-Age shop, but he is wary sometimes.
"What other stuff?" Raven asked, now completely focused on him. There was one thing that intrigued this little foxcoon more than anything... something she didn't know. The vague hints had now piqued her curiosity and she wasn't about to let go of the subject until it was answered.
"Well . . . ah, I hope you believe me," Damien replies, the sheepish smile still on his lips. "Some people, I am told, don't believe in it. But . . . I am a . . . wizard," he says the last softly, and quickly. "And, Mum Eirnae is teaching me elven magic, as well as Mum Lenore's spells and wand-work lessons." His hands fidget in front of him.
Raven's eyes were wide as he explained, and her tail was twitching behind her as she grew more and more intrigued. "Seriously?" she asked, the word coming out as barely more than a whisper. A moment later, she seemed to realise how silly she looked and just smiled. "Well, if I was a normal person, I'd likely just laugh it off. But you see..." She started ticking off a few things on her fingers. "My mother is a fox/racoon anthro... my father is half demon... my sister is a Fa'e with wings and a gender complex, and my little brother is a talking frog. My brother and I have ears and a tail... and that's not even mentioning the wierd stuff over at HIS house, where he lives with mom."
Damien chuckles. "Your family sounds every bit as . . . diverse. . . . as mine. Two of my sisters happen to be Fa'e, as well," he admits. "I don't know if your sister would know them or not," he adds.
Then, he lets out a relieved sigh. "Well, I am glad that you don't think me a loon," he says, pushing his long hair back behind his shoulders. He touches his wand resting at the small of his back, to make sure he hasn't lost it in the time that he has been here. "So, your father is half demon, eh? That sounds interesting. . . ."
"He doesn't act it," Raven snickered, shaking her head. "I mean, he doesn't even really LOOK it, either. He's half kitsune... fox spirit. My grandmother's a riot, she's a full kitsune and pretty much takes over the house when she comes over." Raven blinked then, as if realising something and it had just made contact in her head. "Wait... Eirnae? And Lenore? You're KIDDING me..." Leaning back in the chair, Raven started laughing, taking a few minutes to compose herself before trying to speak through the giggles. "I still have the fox plushies they gave Kendal and I when we were born... and the basket they came in. Dad said I could keep it as long as it NEVER leaves my room. Apparently, it was charmed to speak when he stumbled across it and it scared the HELL out of him."
Damien blinks. "Well, it certainly sounds like something they would do when they are in one of their moods," he chuckles. "I will be sure to tell them about you having the plushie. . . and the effect this basket had on your father," he has to chuckle. A grown man, half-demon, being scared of a talking basket? Yeah, that's funny stuff.
Then, he taps his chin. "Kendall. . . . he sounds very familiar. . . . Did he go to Somonen for a little bit?" he asks.
Nodding, Raven smiled. "Yup. We both did. Well, DO. We're still in classes there although we're not living on campus anymore. Kendall still has that scroll thing he got when we first started. I think he's waiting for it to do tricks."
"How did I never run into you?" Damien asks."I remember your brother, vaguely. . . ." he admits."I think we might have met, or I overheard someone else speaking to him," his smile falters a little, and taps his ears a little. "My hearing is too good, sometimes. I am no eavesdropper."
"I didn't like the idea of boarding there, to be honest," Damien sighs. "It would have been character building, no doubt. But, I am far too close to my sister, Nyoka. She lives in Greece, and when she can come 'round, it is to the manor, so I would miss it."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 1:25 am
Nodding, Raven understood VERY well. "I hated being away from home. Kendall said I was being a puss, but he moved back home too, so that's not exactly an insult." One claw traced idle circles on the table as she smiled almost wistfully. "I like living at home. I meant it's more than the fact that there's always food and the rent's cheap. I think I'd go nuts if I was in a house that didn't have the rest of them in it."
Damien nods. "Or, you know, if you were too far away to visit often," he adds. "It might ound, to others, like we are . . . . erm . . . 'pusses'," he pauses. "But, when you have a foundation built around these people, all of them family, or very near it, it is just hard to drop everything and leave it."
He coughs, and waves it away with a scaled hand. "Ah, now we have touched on another subject very near to my heart," he chuckles a little. "What sort of hobbies are you into?" That's Damien, ever the curious boy.
She was still fascinated by the scales, especially after the faint brush against them when she'd shaken his hand. Still, she snapped out of that fascination for the moment and turned to the question at hand. "Hobbies... well, I'm a computer geek." She paused after that, glancing to him as if expecting him to start laughing the way Kendall did. "I build them, mainly... or rebuild them. I think I'm the on-call tech crew for most of my friends. I'm addicted to a couple of computer games as well. Other than that, I read... or draw. Between school and work, that's about all the hobbies I have time for."
"Ah," Damien smiles faintly. "I am not too familiar with computers," he says. "The magic around the manor, sometimes it can mess with the electronics we do have in the house. Mum Lenore has a computer, though."
He leans back in the chair, and crosses his arms over his chest. He studies Raven a moment. "Well, from what I understand, it takes considerable skill to build, or even re-buld, computers." Obviously, he is not going to laugh, he is more interested in the idea of building the computers than amused.
Of course, he is a geek of sorts himself. "What sort of computer games are you addicted to?"
Now it was time for her to get fidgety. She'd had to deal with being the 'Crackmonger' from Kendall for way too long, apparently. "EverQuest is my main one," she admitted. "And Sims2... and Maple Story. Two of them are online games, and I've made quite a few friends on there. Dad said that so long as I don't wind up believing anyone that tells me they're 18 and look like Brad Pitt, he's fine with it." She smirked then, glancing up to him.
"I have heard of those games," he says, thoughtfully. Then, he has to chuckle. "I think that is one reason I never got interested in online things. It can be dangerous, if you lose your head," he says.
He notes her fidgeting, and his brow furrows. "Have I said something wrong?" he asks.
Shaking her head, she let her ears drop slightly as she nervously tucked a lock of hair back. "No... I just get crap from my brother about playing computer games. Not like HE has room to talk," she snorted, rolling her eyes. "He's a video game freak, and spends most of his time with a controller in one hand and wondering why both thumbs have callouses."
Damien smiles slightly. "Well, they wouldn't be siblings if they didn't make your life miserable every once in a while," he says. "That's my experience, anyway. But, you can't live without the buggers," he shrugs.
He looks down at the watch that his sister insists that he wears, and frowns. "Oh dear," he says, and starts to stand. "I am afraid I have to get back soon." He frowns at Raven. "I barely have time to get that book and the deck of tarot cards I was wanting to buy," sighing, he manages a smile. "Time flies when one is in good company," he says, chuckling.
"Especially since Kendall's my twin. He lords that minute and a half over me constantly." As Damien made mention of hte time, Raven's eyes went wide and she glanced to the block on the far wall. "Gods, I've been sitting here this long? I've still got to get all those new necklaces and earrings hung up before we close." She gave Damien an apologetic look as she got to her feet, pushing the chair in. "You pick out your deck... there's the shelf of them over there, as well as opened ones that you can look through to see which one appeals to you most. I'll be up at the front counter when you're ready, okay?"
Damien nods, and feels a stab of guilt over keeping her from her duties. And, he voices that, "I am sorry for keeping you so long," he says, smiling slightly again.
"Alright, I will check out in a moment," he says, and hurries on long legs toward the bookshelf.
He grabs a few of the books on tarot books, glancing at the titles to see if they seem to be what he needs. Then, he quickly scans the decks. He choses one that he thinks he will be able to learn from, and goes to pay.
When that is all taken care of, he holds out his hand again. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Raven," he says, inclining his head a little. "I hope we meet again."
"I hope we do as well," Raven said, smiling to him as she held out her hand to take his again. She was fighting to keep herself from grinning... who'd have thought someone like this would come into her shop? She handed him the bag with the books and deck in it... after slipping in a business card from the shop as well. Just in case he had any questions, of course.
The fact that her cell phone number was written on the back was just an extra precaution. She was pretty sure she'd kick herself for being so blatant after he'd left... but at the time, it seemed like the right idea.
Damien grins, and nods. "Thanks for you help. And, I hope you don't stay too late. . . ." With a wave, he leaves the shop.
Raven kept herself still until he'd left the shop and disappeared away from the window. She nearly leaned OVER the counter to make sure he was out of sight and hearing range before letting out a SQUEAL and nearly bouncing in place where she was standing. A moment later, she was clearing her throat and smoothing her skirt as if the momentary lapse into teenage girl-ism had never happened, and had started to unpack the box waiting for her on the counter.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 8:01 pm
Damien sets his bags in his room. He takes off his traveling cloak before putting it in the hamper. Relaxing a little, he unbuttons the top buttons of his tunic, and settles down onto his bed.
Tucking his hair behind his ears, save for the braids he always keeps in front of them, he starts to remove the items. He makes a pile for Mum Eirnae, then Mum Lenore, and one for Shina, Nyoka, and so on.
When he gets to the bag from the last shop he visited, he smiles a little. He pulls the tarot cards from the bag, and turns them over in his long fingers. He then sets them aside and starts to pull out the few books he grabbed in his haste to return home.
As he starts to stack them, something flutters onto his bed covers. With a furrowed brow, he lifts the card. Ah, I remember now, he thinks, reading it. The business card to the shop.
Idly, he turns it over, and blinks. On the back is a number, tidly written there, accompanied by a name.
His eyebrows wing up as he studies it. He stands from his bed, and walks over to the dresser, where he keeps a small, thin book with the tidily-written numbers of his friends. He sticks the card in there, making a note to add the number later, before going to his desk.
He pulls out his new journal, and retrieves the silver ink he purchased that very day. Then, he settles down with his quill to write an entry:
Life has been very, very busy lately.
My mums don't know it, but I am working with Lucius in Mum Lenore's wand shop. I have been since a little before Christmas.
He won't let me go with him to get wand cores, so I sit around the shop.
But, I am currently looking for another job. This one pays pretty well, though. And, saving up every bit of money I have gotten from the job, and the allowance I get, I have enough to buy what I plan on buying. . . .
And then some.
Enough about that. I don't plan on writing down my plans here, anyway. In case someone decides to get nosy and read my journal.
I got a lovely package from Rhiannon a few days ago. A strange lamp, a cute little wind-up toy, and this very journal I am writing in now were in it.
Along with a lovely sword.
I set the lamp up on the nightstand next to my bed, along with the toy ( I just have to make sure that I keep Harry out of my room now ), and the sword is mounted on the wall of my room.
I had to go get some shots the other day. Sayuri gave them to me, which was a little odd.
Well, at first I tried to hide from her. Juvenile? Perhaps. But, after your girlfriend's father sends you condoms, and one of your own mums blows up at you, you would be a little unsure about how their mum was going to react. Wouldn't you say?
She happened to be rather nice to me, so I tried to losen up. But, I think she was busy, so the shots were over with quickly enough.
I saw Elle that day, as well. And Kia. Kia brought her daughter, Teigan. I didn't really get to talk to Kia or Teigan, as they were with Nyoka most of the time.
But, I talked to Elle a little bit. Her mum is out of town, and she seems to be alone. I will have to call her some day soon, get her away from her computer for a little while. Maybe I will go visit her. It has been a while since I have actually spent some time with her, after all.
I met a new person while shopping at the strip mall, as well. Her name is Raven. Apparently, I went to Somonen Academy with her and her brother. I remember her brother, but I don't recall ever having bumped into her.
And, my mums and her father seem to know each other. Well, enough for Mum Eirnae to send an enchanted basket with plushies in it to them.
Raven was an interesting girl. She did a reading on me, and we started talking. We have some of the same interests. And, she told me about some computer games that I might check out, just to see what the draw to them is.
I am afraid that I kept her too long. We both lost track of time as we talked. I can't even tell you how long we just sat there!
But, she left me her number. Probably to contact her to inquire after what her employer told her of the job availability there. Maybe I will call her later, though not to inquire after employment. I would love to get together with her again and just hang out.
As I have said, we had much in common.
And, on that note, I best be going. I plan on getting up earlier than usual tomorrow. I have the day off, and I have some things I want to take care of.
-D
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 11:02 pm
Nani and Damien make up.I can't believe I forgot all about this! Where has my mind been lately!
Well, Tinania and I finally got past our differences. I am sorry to say that it was in the way that I didn't want it to happen.
Her grandfather finally showed his true colors, and she went insane.
In the end, Tinania saw that we were right. Should I feel smug about it? Maybe, but I don't. If you could have seen her face. . . .
I am just happy that this stupid fight is behind us. My grandfather, and hers, are not worth losing the friendship that we have.
-D
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 12:38 am
The lilac envelope would have fluttered into view somewhere just inside the house, as Rhiannon had asked Sati to deliver it her own way; sending something small so far was always tricky and it was a wonder it never landed on someones head. The letter bore Damien's name on the front, and on the back across the sealed flap was inked a small wolven paw print. The letter inside read;
Letter Damien, Your letter was received with pleasure, but not just a little confusion! I am extremely curious as to why I need to keep those dates free, but as I trust you, I have contacted my work and secured them as holiday. I hope though that I will see you before then, however briefly, for I am thinking of you always, and missing you lots. Love always, Rhiannon.
She snatches it out of the hair, and looks down at the envelope. Mumbling about how she only gets bills, she calls, "Damien!" up the stairs.
Maybe he will actually be home. . . .
"Yes?" Damien calls back.
"Letter," she says as he appears at the top of the stairs. She pretends to sniff it, and grins, her fangs showing. "Ooooo, I think she put a spot of perfume on it for you!"
Pursing his lips, and giving his mum his 'grow up' look, he walks down the stairs toward her. He takes the envelope from her, and then goes back to his room.
He opens the envelope and reads it. When he is finished, he walks over to his desk, and pulls out one of the drawers.
Inside is a black-painted, wooden box. It is simple, but it holds what Damien thinks is most important.
He taps it with his wand, and the lid opens. He slips the letter inside, along with the other letters.
Still smiling, he leaves a note on his desk to remind himself to ring Rhiannon. He then leaves his room and heads to work.
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